At the protests during the Copenhagen Climate Change meeting in December one policeman was particularly brutal to me. He kicked me to the ground, stepped on my arm, kicked me in the ribs so I couldn’t breathe or move, bent down, grabbed my arm and pulled it so hard that it broke. Then he striped me and dragged me off to The Cage with a lot of other, unfortunate victims that he and his colleagues decided to make a project of.
I was kept in The Cage with a lot of others during most of the day, while the pain in my arm just got worse and worse.
It was a particularly bad fracture the doctor told me. He found splinters in it, and he feared for long term damage, and he told me flat out he had never seen anything like it, and he had been with the Red Cross. What should just take a couple of weeks to heal took six, and I wasn’t certain I wasn’t permanently damaged until my last visit to the doctor earlier this week.
I filed charges against the policeman, of course, but I have done so before without any result, except for the fact that the harassment has turned worse. This time they have stayed away, though, probably because of all the general media coverage during the protests. We expect that the stalking will pick up again soon. It always does.
No journalists have covered my story, of course. I’m used to that, too. The established media is the tyranny’s lapdogs, an obvious fact everybody should realize.
It has taken me some time to digest this. I’m writing it down in a feverish rush, without thinking too much about it. I’m fine, though, even if the above described event is slightly worse than even I and my friends and tribe members are used to. It makes me more dedicated to fight on, not less.